Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
This For my Goondas smoking Ganja
Riding in a hoonda and the Honda's
Ride with that guli and that lama
Hustle for that dollars makin' them commas
I Do this for Amma
Missing my Baba
My Skin Been Brown
They look at me kala
Amma didn't raise no gadha
Youngin is dying
Better stay quiet
Smoking that yaba
Walking through Rasta
Pura din shada
All in this Product
Either you live or
Your die with the Bhatash
Is it a Murda
Is it a Morda
Same shit different lingo
Same shit different signal
Sharadin judho
Amito Bhoot though
I'm speaking English
My Guns speaking Shurdo
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
I met this baddie
She had a fatty
Shorty loves Garis
But keeps it real classy
She wanna Shadi
Wanted a Shami
She must be buggin'
Smoking was joint
Shorty is a Jiboto
I was On point
She was just poppin'
Off just like Bhaji
All from that patil
Stirring that pot
She knows the upie
Making it hot
Amito jani
All from the start
All for that shobhuj
The taka
The dollar
The dream
The cream
The crop
Get off the block
Either you move or
Either you stop
Either you shoot
Either you popped
In these street like a CNG
Nap time no air BNB
Murder she wrote
Call The the EMT
Murda
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
All for this Rokto
Talking this Golpo
I was here
Hustle for kāj
F*ck is your problems
In a cold world
Where nothing is promised
All broken houses
Rich man reap
Off all the profit
I couldn't you sleep
If they couldn't eat
This is too deep
More then the streets
So get off your feet
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Ah-Murda - Amar Pala Ah-Murda (feat. I-Sick) Lyrics
Ah-Murda - Amar Pala Ah-Murda (feat. I-Sick) Lyrics
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English
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
This For my Goondas smoking Ganja
Riding in a hoonda and the Honda's
Ride with that guli and that lama
Hustle for that dollars makin' them commas
I Do this for Amma
Missing my Baba
My Skin Been Brown
They look at me kala
Amma didn't raise no gadha
Youngin is dying
Better stay quiet
Smoking that yaba
Walking through Rasta
Pura din shada
All in this Product
Either you live or
Your die with the Bhatash
Is it a Murda
Is it a Morda
Same shit different lingo
Same shit different signal
Sharadin judho
Amito Bhoot though
I'm speaking English
My Guns speaking Shurdo
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
I met this baddie
She had a fatty
Shorty loves Garis
But keeps it real classy
She wanna Shadi
Wanted a Shami
She must be buggin'
Smoking was joint
Shorty is a Jiboto
I was On point
She was just poppin'
Off just like Bhaji
All from that patil
Stirring that pot
She knows the upie
Making it hot
Amito jani
All from the start
All for that shobhuj
The taka
The dollar
The dream
The cream
The crop
Get off the block
Either you move or
Either you stop
Either you shoot
Either you popped
In these street like a CNG
Nap time no air BNB
Murder she wrote
Call The the EMT
Murda
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
All for this Rokto
Talking this Golpo
I was here
Hustle for kāj
F*ck is your problems
In a cold world
Where nothing is promised
All broken houses
Rich man reap
Off all the profit
I couldn't you sleep
If they couldn't eat
This is too deep
More then the streets
So get off your feet
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
This For my Goondas smoking Ganja
Riding in a hoonda and the Honda's
Ride with that guli and that lama
Hustle for that dollars makin' them commas
I Do this for Amma
Missing my Baba
My Skin Been Brown
They look at me kala
Amma didn't raise no gadha
Youngin is dying
Better stay quiet
Smoking that yaba
Walking through Rasta
Pura din shada
All in this Product
Either you live or
Your die with the Bhatash
Is it a Murda
Is it a Morda
Same shit different lingo
Same shit different signal
Sharadin judho
Amito Bhoot though
I'm speaking English
My Guns speaking Shurdo
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
I met this baddie
She had a fatty
Shorty loves Garis
But keeps it real classy
She wanna Shadi
Wanted a Shami
She must be buggin'
Smoking was joint
Shorty is a Jiboto
I was On point
She was just poppin'
Off just like Bhaji
All from that patil
Stirring that pot
She knows the upie
Making it hot
Amito jani
All from the start
All for that shobhuj
The taka
The dollar
The dream
The cream
The crop
Get off the block
Either you move or
Either you stop
Either you shoot
Either you popped
In these street like a CNG
Nap time no air BNB
Murder she wrote
Call The the EMT
Murda
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
Amito Jani
Tumi ki jano
Khoshto ki
Khoshto ki
I don't have Chokher pani
You couldn't tell me nothing
All for this Rokto
Talking this Golpo
I was here
Hustle for kāj
F*ck is your problems
In a cold world
Where nothing is promised
All broken houses
Rich man reap
Off all the profit
I couldn't you sleep
If they couldn't eat
This is too deep
More then the streets
So get off your feet
Onek kotha bole
Jabe haria
Shara shohor jole
Guli charia
Karon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ekhon amar pala
Ja tora pala
Writer: Istiac Ahmed, Nural Ali
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid